If only brith were so easy...

So I had made an appointment to see the dermatologist today about a couple little surprises that have popped up since being pregnant. Primarily a lump on the side of my nose that I at first thought was a zit, only to realize a month later was not. Now, I had some cysts removed a few years ago...ok, maybe several years ago now, from my earlobes, so I am thinking that is what this is. Not really painful other than where it chose to locate itself being kind of inconvenient and intrusive on my nose and sinuses. I also had the glorious appearance of skin tags to thank little Mr. Tanner for. While most stayed out of the way, and very small, there was one that really bugged me in the center of my neckline, right about where my necklaces hit, and of course it was larger than the others.
I set up to see the dermatologist thinking I might get looked over and schedule a removal for after the baby is here, however, after about 15 minutes in the office with my new favorite Doogie Howser clone, it is gone, and the cyst on my nose is being attacked by lidocane.
This guy looked all of 18, but when he said that he could do a few things to me while I was pregnant that would not hurt the baby, I just about hugged him. He also warned me the shot to my nose would probably hurt like hell. I braced myself, but to my surprise, it certainly wasn't any worse than having an eyebrow wax. If only childbirth were going to be this easy. I imagine it will not be.
Yes, the new Doogie is the best. I have to wonder how old this guy is. I know I had to give him a look when he walked in the door. I didn't mean to, but damn. When your doctor looks like he could be your kid and you are pregnant with your first kid, it kind of makes you wonder what the hell you have been doing with all the years in your life. Needless to say, since he is part of the largest and most well respected dermatology offices in the city, I trust that he must have a clue. I will report back to let you know if the cyst is dissolving and my newly clear neckline is to my liking. As of now, I am overjoyed, as anyone who can make me feel like less of a frump at 9 months pregnant is my hero.
Go Doogie. I already have the paperwork for Mr. W's first appointment. He has a fear of these things I think, but he needs to suck it up for comfort and self esteem benefits.